Inversion
Prologue
By Tihease

I remember reading this one quote over Sam's shoulder while he was studying for some stupid exam that he never ended up taking. It said something about finding all the world's secrets, that if you did manage to figure out that this was all just some dream inside another being's head, that you weren't really here and none of this existed but everything that didn't exist to you did exist somewhere else, that were more than one of you but none of you at all.

If you managed to figure out that there's a place where the sun rises down, where it snows on summer days, where the sun swallows light and to surrender was to fight, then everything would reset. You'd be plopped into a completely different universe and everything would self destruct and you'd have no memory of ever having discovered anything.

Which is quite a genius if you ask me. You don't want to know what would happen if that self destruct mechanism didn't exist. I think your brain would turn to goo, maybe even worse.

Alright enough of this soul searching crap, proper introduction time. My name used to be Jensen Ackles.

I'm not Jensen Ackles anymore. I can barely remember Jensen Ackles. All I know was that he used to act. My name is Dean Winchester and I hunt things, but not in this universe. I have no idea how to get back, and I don't know if I ever will. Like a hole at the bottom of a bottle, liquid can seep out but it's all but impossible to shove everything back through that same pin sized hole. There has to be a cap somewhere though, right? Something I can unscrew and jump through?

Remember that self destruct of the universe that I was talking about earlier? The thing that holds everything together and prevents worlds from leaking into each other? Well I think it broke.

I had been so sure it was angels. Then a month had passed, two. No sign of the dicks anywhere. What would be their motive, anyway? It wasn't like the incident with the weapon's key and Balthazar's dickery. One minute we had been in our universe, and the next minute we weren't. Sam had been with me then too. I wasn't so craptasically alone.

This time it had been more gradual, like the universe was trying to take things one step at a time and not freak me out, make sure I was comfy enough not to run.

Fuck, Sam. I hope you're googling your heart out looking for me. That Jared guy, if he's anything like you, he'll realize I'm not crazy. He'll bust me out of this stupid asylum.

This is so messed up, I can't even begin to describe it. Not the whole slowly becoming a new person thing, but the fact that I'm actually considering writing it all out. I've been stealing paper from the art room because I barely get fifteen minutes in there. Rest of the time I'm locked up like an animal. Sonsofbitches count all the pens and shit, I can't even sneak out a brush.

I'm scribbling all this in my blood. How fucked up is that? You can barely even read my writing, and I thought it was bad enough as it was.

Maybe I really am going crazy. Does it matter? Aren't we all crazy? Whatever, crazy man rambling again. I need to focus. Focus Dean Winchester, focus. You are not crazy and you are going to get out of here and you are going to find Sam or die trying.

In case I do die trying though, I want Sam to know what happened. If he ever finds me, that is. If he even still exists. If he ever did exist.

Cut the shit, Dean. That's Jensen talking. You love Sam too much for him to be a thought form, a character. Cut the crap and let's get back to the point.

So, we had just finished up that day's shoot...

So should this go on or is it a train wreck? Also, in the next chapter should I keep it in Dean/Jensen's point of view or switch to third person?